FOOD STARTED DISAPPEARING FROM MY HOME WHILE I WAS AT WORK — SO I TURNED ON THE HIDDEN CAMERA.

For weeks, I thought I was losing my mind.

At first, it was just little things. A missing chocolate bar here, a half-empty juice carton there. I blamed myself, thinking I had just forgotten I ate them. But then my husband Samuel’s **birthday caviar** vanished overnight.

That’s when I knew something was **seriously wrong.**

“Are you sneaking midnight snacks?” I asked Samuel.

He scoffed. “You know I hate caviar.”

We lived alone. No pets. No roommates. **So who the hell was taking our food?**

I decided to find out.

I ordered a **hidden camera** and set it up in the kitchen. If someone was coming in, I’d catch them.

And when I watched the footage the next day…

**My blood ran cold.**

It was **my mother-in-law, Pamela.**

She let herself in with a spare key like she **owned the place.**

She made tea, spread **my expensive caviar** on toast like it was peanut butter, and worst of all—**she walked straight into my bedroom.**

I held my breath as she **opened my closet**… and started trying on **my dresses.**

Then, **my underwear.**

*Oh. My. God.*

The next day, I called in sick. **And I waited.**

Right on schedule, the front door clicked open.

Pamela walked in like she lived there, tossed her coat on the couch, and headed to the kitchen. She **poured my wine.** Made a **sandwich.**

Then, just like last time, **she took off her shoes and walked into my bedroom.**

*Perfect.*

I waited until she was in my closet, holding up one of my silk nightgowns against herself in the mirror.

Then, I **stepped inside.**

“**Enjoying yourself?**” I asked, arms crossed.

She **screamed.**

The nightgown **dropped from her hands.**

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?!” she gasped, clutching her chest.

I arched a brow. “**What am I doing here?** Pamela, this is **my** house.”

She floundered. “I—I was just, um… checking on things!”

“By eating our food? Trying on my **clothes?**”

She huffed. “Well, you never let me borrow anything! I thought you wouldn’t mind—”

I **burst out laughing.** “Oh, I mind. *I mind a lot.*”

Her face **flushed red.** “You’re being dramatic! I just needed a few things.”

I pulled out my **phone** and played the footage.

Pamela **went pale.**

“Oh, and by the way?” I smirked. “I sent this to Samuel. He should be home **any minute.**”

Right on cue, we heard the front door **slam.**

“MOM?!” Samuel’s voice rang through the house. “What the **hell** is wrong with you?!”

Pamela **bolted.** She shoved past me, grabbed her shoes, and **ran.**

That night, Samuel **changed the locks.**

The next day, I sent her an **invoice** for everything she stole.

She called me **hysterical.**

I just smiled. **“Don’t worry, Pamela. It’s just a few things. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”**